Brooke

I’ve known Brooke nearly since I started working at the Union two years ago. She’s Morgan’s roommate, and spends a lot of time in the joint; and even I, with my lousy memory for people, will get to know you if you’re around four or five times a week.
Brooke makes me feel very open-minded, because she’s kinda crazy conservative, but I like her anyway. How conservative is she? When the Doofus-in-Chief came to town last year on his “vote for me” tour she got tickets to see him. She said that he was so close to her that she broke down and cried, like my mom might’ve done for the Beatles. Okay, crying because you’re near the Beatles is goofy, but doing it because you’re near a politician is just plain creepy. I mean, John Lennon had a far more positive influence on the world than Dubya.
Anyway, Brooke and I have never really had a political discussion. The closest we ever get is that she looks with disapproval upon certain items in my T-shirt collection. She’s decided that it’s better for our friendship if we don’t talk politics, and given her highly emotional reaction to the pResident, she’s probably right. I doubt there’s any common ground there.
Beyond politics, Brooke is cheerful and exuberant, and inclined to drinking lots of shooters, a trait she probably picked up from Morgan, the shooter queen. Also, Brooke likes my blog, so she’s obviously a person with very refined sensibilities. She used to bug me all the time about getting mentioned on it. Now, she's not only been mentioned, she has her very own page. It's very gratifying that she likes this little project so much.

If I could just turn her to the dark side, she’d be just about perfect.